Ask for help. Not because you are weak. But because you want to remain strong.

Life has no limitations, except the ones you make.

Accept responsibility for your life. Know that it is you who will get you where you want to go, no one else.

Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.

If you take responsibility for yourself you will develop a hunger to accomplish your dreams.

Align yourself with people that you can learn from, people who want more out of life, people who are stretching and searching and seeking some higher ground in life.

If you set goals and go after them with all the determination you can muster, your gifts will take you places that will amaze you.

Shoot for the moon and if you miss you will still be among the stars.

You were created on purpose for a purpose. There is a thirst and hunger in your heart that is real. Pay attention to it.

Just because Fate doesn't deal you the right cards, it doesn't mean you should give up. It just means you have to play the cards you get to their maximum potential.

Wanting something is not enough. You must hunger for it. Your motivation must be absolutely compelling in order to overcome the obstacles that will invariably come your way.

Dead men make convenient heroes because they cannot rise to challenge the images we would fashion from their lives. And besides it’s easier to build a monument than to build a better world.

Street performances?""A little singing. A little martial arts. Some interpretive dance.""Wow.""I know! The Portuguese have taste.

Love your friend with his fault.

Do feminists have a sense of humor? Yes.

What we all need to do is find the wellspring that keeps us going, that gives us the strength and patience to keep up this struggle for a long time.

In Cuba I have always understood harsh treatment of dissenting voices as stemming from a "siege situation" imposed upon it from outside. And I believe that to a certain extent that is true.

Even the most piddling life is of momentous consequence to its owner.

I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me, and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.

If it doesn't work horizontally as prose... it probably won't work any better vertically pretending to be poetry.

A thought-form held in thinking substance is a reality; it is a real thing, whether it has yet become visible to mortal eye or not.